Court a dragon, your friends said. It'll be fun, they said.

Well, it wasn't exactly bad. It was good, actually. Until, for John, it was the season where all the dragons started having their hatchlings and making happy little families.

He wanted nobody but you to carry his, so here he was, practically attached to your hip as he stared longingly at the eggs you made breakfast with. " When are we gonna have eggs.. " John pouted, crossing his arms.